now is now.
Nothing more sincere
Nothing more eternal
Nothing more likely to
move minds,
shape hearts
twist tales
and our path through history.

now is a present predator
obliterating what has come before,
or might come again:
preying on willing victims
readily forgetful
of pain or joy
of future past.

now is rightness – isn’t it?
fiercely defended
with the intensity of passion,
with the conviction of reason,
above all else;

but now is only ever temporary.
temporarily permanent
faithfully unfaithful
dressed up as forever,
thus impossible to distrust.

not that we want to be wary.
now is our favourite imposter
as fickle as our feelings
as the truth we never question
as the shifting sands,
that we declare love.